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<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> <div class="blockquot"><p>Runaway horses.—Two frightened little girls.—A terrible moment.—Safe.—Psalm xci. 11, 12.—Mr. Wesley has a birthday.—A funny receipt for keeping young.</p> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/cap-o.png" width-obs="100" height-obs="100" alt="O" title="" /></div> <div class='unindent'><br/>NE more story of how the angel that shut the lions' mouths for Daniel took care of God's dear servant, John Wesley. He was staying at Newcastle with a Methodist named Mr. Smith, who had married his step-daughter. One day a party of them drove to a village a few miles off. In the carriage there was Mr. Wesley and a friend, Mr. and Mrs. Smith and their two little girls. When they had driven about two miles and were just at the top of a hill, suddenly the horses took fright, and dashed down the steep road. The poor coachman was thrown off the box, and the horses tore away at full speed, sometimes swerving to the edge of a ditch on one side of the road, then back again to a ditch on the other, but never once going over. When a cart came along, instead of running<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</SPAN></span> into it, the carriage passed as if the driver had been on the box.</div> <p>At the bottom of the hill was a narrow bridge, which it seemed impossible the panting horses could cross safely. But exactly down the middle they went, swerving neither to the right or left. Then up the hill on the other side they dashed, passing many people on the road, but every one afraid to stop their mad career. Near the top of this hill was a gate, which led into a farmer's yard. The gate stood open, and turning sharp, the horses ran through without even touching gate or post. The gate on the other side of the yard was shut, and the terrified people in the carriage thought the horses would now be checked. Instead of that, they rushed through, breaking it up as if it had only been a spider's web, and galloped on through the corn-field.</p> <p>The two little girls had been almost too frightened to speak, now they clung to Mr. Wesley, crying out: "Oh grandpapa, save us! save us!" Mr. Wesley, who says he felt no more afraid than if he had been sitting in his study, just calmly said to them: "Nothing will hurt you, dears; don't be afraid." The horses galloped madly on, till they came to the edge of a steep precipice. Would they go over? What would they do? Oh, what a terrible moment of suspense.</p> <p>A gentleman on horseback seeing their danger, just galloped across the track of the frightened animals. This acted like magic; they stood still at once, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</SPAN></span> every one was safe. A few minutes more and they would have been dashed to pieces. When they turned back into the road they found the coachman coming to meet them, and no worse for his fall.</p> <p>Did not God keep His promise to the man who had "set his love upon Him"? "<i>He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways: they shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.</i>"—Psalm xci. 11, 12.</p> <p>Mr. Wesley was an old man when this happened, just seventy-two; it was in June, and his birthday was on the 17th. But he was so strong and well, not at all like an old man. Listen to what he says of himself: "This is my birthday, the first day of my seventy-second year, and I am wondering how it is that I am just as strong as I was thirty years ago. Indeed, I am better than I was then; I can see better, and my nerves are firmer. The grand cause is 'the good pleasure of God.' But three special things have helped to keep me young:</p> <div class="blockquot"><div class='hang1'><i>First</i>—Getting up at 4 o'clock every morning for fifty years.</div> <div class='hang1'><i>Second</i>—Preaching every morning at five o'clock.</div> <div class='hang1'><i>Third</i>—Travelling by sea or land 4,500 miles in every year."</div> </div> <p>These are funny things to keep any one young, are they not? I am afraid if to follow these rules is the only way to keep young, most of my readers will be content to grow old.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-053.png" width-obs="540" height-obs="167" alt="Decoration" title="" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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